Because of issues with other players, and a lack of muse on all parts, the admins of Veritas have decided to close the roleplay. We will be starting a new one where all current players will be welcome, but those removed here for OOC issues will not be allowed back.
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Because of some issues with ooc drama, and a lack of muse due to these issues, the admins have decided to close Veritas. This is a bittersweet decision, trust me, this roleplay has been my baby for almost two years now. But everything must come to an end. Current players (that were not removed for OOC issues) will be welcome to a new roleplay that we will be putting together that’s loosely similar to Veritas, just message one of us on Skype, and you all are welcome to keep roleplaying here until the new roleplay opens!
It's so obvious that only admins/friends of admins got the council positions.
Hate to break it to you, but that’s absolutely not the case. The ones chosen are active, and branch out in their replies, and those that are upset about it can confront the admins directly rather than hiding behind the anon feature.
Born to a deeply, deeply religious mother, Hannah was born at her home, rather than a hospital.
Her mother, fearful of doctors and their so called devil magic refused to take her daughter to a doctor no matter what others told her.
Hannah was playing with one of her pre-school friends, Gen, in Gen’s when she was about four and was rushed to the hospital when the air was thinned by her friend.
Her mother fought and fought to get her out of the hospital, convinced that something bad was going to happen to her daughter.
Hannah was removed from her mother’s care and diagnosed with CF one week before her fifth birthday.
Moved to a home for children who had these kind of disorders, those that the state knew probably wouldn’t have been adopted. There she met Andew, and though he was a good few years older than her, the two started to get along very well.
Once Andrew turned eighteen, he stuck around in the center to stay with Hannah. When Hannah turned sixteen, she was able to be emancipated from the state and take off with Andrew.
Complete past to be written by the player
↳ The Present
Over the years, Andrew and Hannah have been looking for some kind of cure to Hannah’s disorder, to no real avail.
When word the supernaturals came out, they thought they could find someone to help them, a healer- an angel or a witch, or something.
Hearing of where the supernaturals had been sent, Hannah and Andrew packed their bags to head to New Orleans, which is where they met Elliot.
Despite her experience with her zealot of a birth mother, Hannah never lost her faith in the celestial.
Hannah has been begging Elliot to heal her of her disease ever since she met the man, knowing that him healing her would be far more effective the putting in a new set to lungs.
She has not gotten much farther than him taking what little money she and Andrew have.
Complete present to be written by player
↳ Personality
TBA
↳ Current Connections
Andrew Hanson ✗ Adoptive Brother: Ever since Hannah could remember, Andrew has been protecting her. She doesn’t have very many memories from her time before she was moved to the communal house, and Andrew has made sure of that. Andrew has been able to block out all the bad memories that ever headed towards Hannah. And in turn of those favors, Hannah all but worships Andrew. To her, he is the best brother anyone could ask for, and she would defend him to her very death bed, a feat she knows is mutual.
Elliot Macon ✗ Healer: Hannah logically knows that there is something wrong with the angel, that they are a con artist and are only going to screw her over in the end. Logically, her brain is fully and completely aware of this. But she has never once acted on it, or even allowed the notion to be more than a passing thought. She is simply too enthralled with the idea of an angel to even think about what his true intentions might be. After all, angels are the supposed to be the good guys, right?
Genevieve Han ✗ Old Friend: Gen was the one that nearly killed Hannah when she was younger, before she was diagnosed. The young girl wasn’t in control of her power and though the two were close back then and they begged to see each other, their parents never allowed it. Hannah has long sense forgiven Gen, though she has yet to see her again. Since supernaturals have become public, she understands that Gen wasn’t in control of what she did. She’s even been half-heartedly looking for the girl for the past few years. Though, if she’s being honest, there is still a part of her that is terrified of the other woman and what she could do to her.
After careful consideration, the council has decided to appoint Brianna Warren, Kieran Christian, and Silas West as the new members representing not only their species, but their supernatural brethren.
In addition, we will be bringing on both admins that applied, so please make Kate and Vee feel welcome!
“I don’t know the question, but sex is the answer.”
↳ The Past
Marina was born with a very intense, unbreakable spirit, something that could not be shattered. She always reached for more than others did, even as a child.
Her family was very low on the hierarchy, and there was no way for Marina to move up the ladder.
Ideas larger than life filled her head, she knew from childhood that she could do more somewhere else than in her pod.
Marina was never one to follow the rules laid down by her pod or her family. She left her pod in search of something grander, bigger than herself that she could explore and eventually conquer.
She arrived on land, New York City to be exact, when she was only fifteen, but she already had the body of a woman. She was able to lure men into giving her money and, in some cases, places to live.
She never got a “real job,” heading into the sex industry the moment she turned eighteen.
From a prostitute and stripper, she developed her own group of girls that she was in charge of.
As a younger Madam, she was well liked by her girls.
Complete past to be written by the player
↳ The Present
As she aged, Marina got much harder, colder. Some of the girls still liked her, but she was far more feared and revered than truly liked.
She didn’t mind being feared, it kept her employees in line.
She and her girls went down to New Orleans, and she developed her own clientele, most of them supernaturals.
Opened up a strip club a few years ago to cover up the fact that she was a madam.
Most of her business flows through the club, and she prides herself on being a true businesswoman.
She’s gradually growing older, and the men are far more interested in her girls than her, which is starting to bother her more and more.
Complete present to be written by player
↳ Personality
TBA
↳ Current Connections
Savannah Wyatt, Genevieve Han, Alexia Gates, and Aliya Hsu ✗ Employees: Many of the girls, excluding Gen, were sent from Marina’s colleague, Elisabeth Cochan. Most of them were blood whores as well as escorts so she’s aware she might not completely have their loyalty just yet. Marina keeps them on an very, very tight schedule and an even tighter leash.
The Han Family migrated to America from Korea when their youngest, Genevieve, was three years old.
For the most part, Gen led a normal life, up until she was five.
When Gen was playing with a schoolmate and new friend, Hannah, something happened. All of the air in the room started to thin and thin and though Gen was utterly unharmed by the lack of oxygen, Hannah passed out, thought by Gen and her parents to be dead.
Hanna was rushed to the hospital and quickly diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis and at the time, Gen believed that was her fault.
Though her parents told her otherwise, she knew that incident was her fault. She could feel her power in her bones and she couldn’t for the life of her, understand how she did it.
She started to pull away from her family, the psychologists that her parents set her up with diagnosing her with PTSD. She started to revert in on herself, turning to drugs when she was barely thirteen years old.
Throughout her young teen years, Gen started to experiment with her ability. She believed that she started to get good at controlling it, though when she was finally ready to tell her family about her gift, she found that the reality was the opposite.
While she was practicing thinning and thickening the air in her room, she sucked away all the air in the house, leaving her family dying. When she finally came downstairs, they were all dead.
Terrified of herself and her power, she fled.
Complete past to be written by the player
↳ The Present
She found her way to New Orleans, penniless by the end of the trek.
She poured away her sorrows to a seemingly kind woman, Marina, her first night in the city. Marina offered her a job waitressing at her club and having no other qualifications, Gen accepted.
Throughout her time at the bar, she met Devin. He was a regular patron at Marina’s club and the two developed a relationship, founded mostly on drugs. Devin started out as Gen’s dealer, but they quickly fell into a whirlwind romance.
As time went on, waiting led to bartending. Bartending led to dancing. Gen is a skilled dancer and has no problem bringing in revenue for the club. Marina offered her a way to make more money for herself and the club- escorting.
Slowly Gen got used to her new job, though it started to pull her away from Devin.
The two eventually broke it off but they have maintained their ‘business’ relationship.
Complete present to be written by player
↳ Personality
TBA
↳ Current Connections
Marina Knox ✗ Boss: Truth be told, the mermaid scares the ever loving fuck out of Gen. She’s never been as terrified as anyone as she is of Marina, but she also knows she is in far, far too deep to get out now. Marina owns her, and she does not let Gen forget that. Gen needed a job and she took what she was offered, without much question. Now that Marina has something on her, there is not a chance in hell she’s letting her go anytime soon.
Devin Belrose ✗ Dealer/Ex-Boyfriend: If anyone actually knows Gen, it would be Devin. He’s seen her at her very worst and her very best. They’ve shared things that they haven’t with anyone else in the world and a lot of people thought that they would last forever. But they broke up horrifically and, like much else about the two, no one really knows why. Gen still trusts Devin, to an extent, enough that she would only go to him for drugs. She knows deep down that she actually does miss him, though she’s refused to admit it.
Hannah Smythe ✗ Old Friend: Gen was the one that nearly killed Hannah when she was younger, before she was diagnosed. The young girl wasn’t in control of her power and though the two were close back then and they begged to see each other, their parents never allowed it. If she is being honest, hurting her friend like that is the reason that Gen started to revert in on herself and eventually turn to drugs as time went on. She remembers that day perfectly and she will always feel incredibly guilty about it. She’s yet to run into Hannah and she prays that she never will.
“I’ve been around long enough to know that the only difference between men and beasts is the word you use to call on them.”
↳ The Past
Elliot hardly uses their angelic name anymore. They can hardly remember it themselves.
They can’t remember a time when they weren’t on earth, trying to heal and fix the children of God, the precious humans who over the years Elliot has learned to despise.
They were sent here long ago to be a foot solider, one of many on the ground, to help heal the human race.
They gave up hope on their mission several hundred years ago.
They’ve traveled throughout the world, using their powers to see what earth has to offer other than pathetic humans.
They’ve since taken an interest in the supernatural race, finding them much more useful species.
The longer they were on earth, the more they started to hate humans, though they’ve made a good amount of money being a faith healer. They don’t really do anything but show their wings and mutter some Latin, curing them temporarily but nowhere near completely.
Complete past to be written by the player
↳ The Present
Followed the hoard of supernaturals to New Orleans where he was followed by Hannah, a human that was desperate to be cured of her illness, and her brother, Andrew.
Elliot has no intention of curing either of them, but they’ve been conning money out of them since they met the pair.
Finding a slew of humans still in the city, they started to act out, killing a few here and there
He wandered about, finding an incubus, Felix, feeding on humans for the fun of it. The man seemed frightened by their presence, but the two quickly bonded and found that they had much more in common than the expected.
Elliot was the one who suggested the slave trade, their many years on earth showing them the pros of such acts.
Complete present to be written by player
↳ Personality
TBA
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Hannah Smythe ✗ Mark: Elliot is utterly disgusted with the idea of healing a human, and has been very reluctant to heal any human as of late, even for the money. They have no problem taking Hannah’s ‘down payments’ though they find her extremely annoying. Despite this, they have a certain fondness for the girl despite themselves, she was the type of human that they used to protect and restore their faith in the human race.
Andrew Hanson ✗ Mark: Elliot knows that the man doesn’t trust him, and Andy is all too observant for the angel’s taste. Andy knows that there is something strange about the angel, that his sister shouldn’t trust him, but he’s yet to act on his suspicions as he knows how very important the man is to Hannah. Elliot, as a failed attempt to gain his trust, has offered to heal Andy’s blindness for a bargain, which has only proved to upset the man more.
Felix Murdck ✗ Business Partner: The two cons found unlikely allies in each other. Elliot found themselves a creature that despised humans as much as they did and Felix found an angel with the ability and power to make the slave trade happen. Though it used to be a purely business relationship, the two have grown closer and closer into almost a friendship. After deals, the pair can often be found at a local bar, drinking what little guilt they have away.
Cheyenne Foster ✗ Old Acquaintance: After a heated altercation with her mother, Elliot was met with an 11 year old Cheyenne, who promised to meet them again one day. Elliot sensed there was something different about the child, not like her weak human mother. They’ve never seen the girl again, but something about the encounter stuck in their mind even up until now.
Welcome to New Orleans Kate! You have been accepted as Delphine Yates (Jessica Lange FC). Please look over the New Member Checklist, and send us your account within 24 hours, or your role will be reopened. Send us an ask from your account for the OOC blog, as well as your Skype name.
Activity Level (Please give us an idea of when you can be on and how often. Do not just put a number.): 10! As I’ve mentioned, I have a lot of time on my hands. Probably too much. I need to calm down.
Password?: Same song as last time: Gods & Monsters.
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Canon Character Application
Desired Character: Delphine Yates
Personality (At least one paragraph):
Delphine is a pillar of strength to the outside looking in. She stands straight, walks tall, and looks immaculate doing it. There is never a hair out of place. She wears her status like a badge of honor and refuses to be condescended to. Her confidence borders on arrogance, and she makes no secret of looking down her nose at anyone who does not share her ideologies. She has rightfully gained a reputation as being a ball-busting, domineering woman in a power suit, and she enjoys watching people squirm when she walks into a room. From a young age, she has learned to take command of her space. She knows how to make people listen to her and she doesn’t bother with niceties.
Anyone would deny that Delphine possessed a soft spot, for anyone or anything, let alone her daughter. With a critical eye and a sharp tongue, she looks for ways to “correct” Rory, whether it be in her choices, fashion or posture. She detests weakness and sees emotions as sentimental and unnecessary. She wants her daughter to be strong, like she is, because she knows how far it will take her. Success, prestige and reputation are - to her - the three fundamental necessities. Everything else is secondary.
The Past (At least two paragraphs):
Although being chosen to be the Queen of the pod was the highest honor she could hope to receive, it wasn’t enough for Delphine. She despised the idea of being second fiddle to someone who would be infinitely more powerful, more influential. She possessed an innate desire to change the world. Her young heart was filled with possibility, desire, and unfulfilled wanderlust. Against the advice of her family, she left her pod and set out on her own. She worked a string of odd jobs, from waitressing to bartending (badly), until she could earn a respected education. By far, she was the most dedicated student in her class, easily earning the rank of Salutatorian, and graduated with several job offers. She wasn’t satisfied with “just an undergraduate degree”, and went on to graduate school at Harvard.
Rory was born between midterms. Delphine took less then two days off school, dumped her newborn off with a nanny and half a page of instructions, and went right back to school. She was back and forth frequently in Rory’s young years. Even though she was always certain to have her child’s physical needs tended to, she seemed to forget - or underestimate - simple acts of affection. Hugs were uncommon. “I love you” was unheard of. Delphine had much on her mind. She wanted to run for Congress, and she wasn’t going to let her personal life get in her way. There was too much at stake: the fate of the supernaturals was hanging in the balance. She had to do something.
The Present (At least two paragraphs):
Basking in the glory of her success, Delphine still finds little to no time with matters outside of her career. Her public persona is something she is always aware of. She relies on votes and is exceedingly charismatic, but is intelligent enough to know that she has to produce results if she wants to maintain her position. Politics are notoriously fickle; the people who love her today are perfectly capable of crucifying her tomorrow. With that in mind, she spends every moment focused on the big picture. She is a vocal supporter of equal rights for supernaturals and does not discriminate against any species within the city. Her frequent donations to charities are well-documented and longstanding. Even though the situation in New Orleans is less than ideal, to say the least, outwardly she is pleased they are taking a step in the right direction.
Inwardly, she is seething that she is confined to a city. When Delphine set herself loose upon the world, it was with the desire to change the world. Her vision has been confined to city limits. Her power is stunted and controlled. It brings back memories of her limitations within her pod - but this time, there isn’t anywhere for her to run. A wild streak still exists within her that battles against her collected exterior. She is not a woman who can be tamed.
Your character has been taken by hunters to be tortured, how do they respond?: It would take extraordinary means to force Delphine to crack, no matter the pressure. Her only weak spot is Rory. She could handle torture for as long as she had to, and she would refuse to beg.
Your character has been offered a huge sum of money to take a life, how do they respond?: It would depend on the life. I don’t think Delphine has qualms about taking the life of someone she sees as being “against” her. She has her own vision of right and wrong, but morality itself doesn’t interest her so much as what she perceives as correct. She lives within her own code.
Para Sample: (1-2 paragraphs, at least 500 words, in third person. Must be in character.):
The large, ornate room was filled with evening gowns. They lined the walls: numerous racks with gorgeous silk and sequined monstrosities, picked by a large staff (some with questionable taste). Delphine stood in the doorway, overseeing the process with only faint satisfaction. She wouldn’t have chosen most of these had she gone herself, but there hadn’t been time for her to chaperone. “I give you one task,” she said slowly, with the barest hint of a drawl. “And you manage to fuck it up. Look at that one.” A pink strapless dress was draped on the chaise. It had a rhinestone belt that glittered obscenely in the overheard chandelier. “My daughter won’t touch that with a ten foot pole.” None of these were Rory’s taste, which is exactly why she had requested at least fifty garments to be brought. “And I wouldn’t blame her. Get that out of my sight.” She waved her hand dismissively and crossed the room to get a better look at a pair of shoes.
None of this was Rory’s style. Delphine knew that, but it didn’t matter. She was in the public eye - and, by default, so was her daughter. It was important to dress the part. Personal preferences were supposed to take a backseat in cases like this. It was a dispassionate attitude that one must take when interacting with the public and building a strong reputation. Delphine had tried to explain this concept to her daughter several times, but it had always fallen on deaf ears. With Rory, it was “I want” or “I don’t want” and there was no in between. The idea that a being she created herself couldn’t see the shades of gray was unfathomable. Delphine lived in it. Be one way, act another, and do what you know is right. It seemed to be simple enough - or it would be, if her daughter wasn’t so insistent on rebelling against everything she was taught. ‘You must take after your father’ was a common phrase, often said carelessly and without regard to the pained expression that crossed her daughter’s face. Truthfully, there were small moments when she saw a flash of herself in Rory. The time she beat up a bully in the schoolyard was one of those times, although the school board hadn’t been too pleased with her handling of the incident. She had openly praised her daughter’s actions and brazenly called the teachers cowards for not doing anything themselves. The world is not equal, was what she had told Rory then. And sometimes we are the only ones who will do anything about it.
As if on cue, Rory entered the room. Her expression was one of pure horror mixed with disbelief. Delphine tossed the shoe she had been examining on the chaise, shaking her head and tsk-tsking. “Come, darling,” she said without a backward glance. “This is a perfect example of that saying: when you want something done right, you simply must do it yourself. We’re going shopping. Now.”
“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.”
↳ The Past
Her life had always been anything but ordinary. Then again, most people, at least those who never lived in Australia, would say that nothing in Australia could be considered ordinary. Heat that could literally boil you alive from the inside out, animals that were gunning for your throat if you let your guard down, and insects the size of your head lurking around every corner… But to Rory, it was home. It was what she’d grown up with, what she knew and was comfortable with, and it was her life. A life she loved.
Rory Aldridge was born to a fairly functional family. Her mother a succubus and her father an incubus. Keep it in the species, they’d said. Pure blood, pure lives… And a thousand other things Rory had brushed off. All she’d cared about was playing with the other children; she didn’t care what their species was or where they were born, not even what gender they happened to be. Just another human being around her age to play with, that was what mattered. But her parents saw it another way- only other cubi like themselves were worthy, so from a young age Rory was socialized only around her own kind.
When it came time to go to primary school, she was sent a private institution. One only for members of their species, no outside acceptance allowed. Very elite, very upper class… and very stiff. Rory hated it, which was why the moment she graduated primary school and moved into secondary school, she insisted on getting a public education. It would allow her to understand the world better, she’d insisted. To create a success of herself and make her parents proud.
Sadly, though, that never worked.
When she was sixteen, she was supposed to have a coming out party- introduce herself to the world as the socialite her parents had groomed her to be. She was intended to announce that she, like her mother, was a succubus and would continue on in her footsteps. However, when it came time for Rory to stand up in front of a crowd of her family and her parent’s friends, she used the opportunity to come out as who she truly was. A cubi, neither succubus or incubus… because she refused to identify as any gender. She’d never felt female, nor had she ever felt male… but rather somewhere inbetween, and neither term for their species fit that properly. So a cubus she was, and that was all.
After nearly giving her parents a heart attack, they’d disowned her. Stated that she was no longer welcome in their home, and that she was no longer their daughter. Rory never batted an eye as she walked away. At sixteen, she was on her own in a big world that held nothing but opportunities for her.
She made her way to the United States at eighteen, and started her career as a ‘professional entertainer’. If anyone ever dared call her a stripper, she’d likely smack them in the face. Rather, she was whatever the client wanted her to be. Male, female, somewhere in between… She’d fulfill a fantasy and make you taste true ecstasy for a price. This ultimately paid her way across the states, and she lived a fairly comfortable life.
Each place she went, she made sure to get a new tattoo… because her skin was her canvas, her record of her life, where she’d been, and what she’d been through. Now, when she looks at the few pictures she has of herself from when she was younger, she looks naked and it makes her squirm because her skin is so bare.
↳ The Present
New Orleans was more a whim than anything. Rory had heard about the migration of supernaturals, and she felt… intrigued. It had been quite some time since she’d been around any of her kind, and to think that there’d be no other incubi or succubi down there would just be ignorance. So she’d moved… found a nice place, set up her ‘business’ and made a life for herself. New Orleans wasn’t Australia, but it was better than most of the rest of the United States.
With her life on track and the world beginning to settle, she knew that New Orleans would be a good home. No persecution, no close minded humans to deal with, and others of her kind to finally be around. While she wasn’t the elitist snob her parents were, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited at the prospect…. That and having so many other species in close proximity meant for a better- business.
↳ Personality
Rory has always been blunt. She has no reason to sugar coat her words, so she doesn’t try. She says what she means, and she means what she says. The way people take it is ultimately up to them. If her life were a video game, she would likely be in the chaotic neutral category. She doesn’t really care one way or another, but she does love to see a little mayhem here and there. She’s comfortable with who she is and her sexuality, and she loves her own life. There’s no reason to be envious of another’s life. When it comes to other people, she feels them out. First impressions, while important, don’t make or break anything for her. She likes to get to know a person before she passes judgement.
“I would die for you, but that doesn’t mean I would live for you.”
↳ The Past
What is life for a girl with mental powers, lost in the world like a wandering ghost? Its difficult to say the least, especially when she found out about them so late in life. Vera Simmons was born and raised in London to a pair of loving parents in a loveless marriage. They tried their best to give their daughter a memorable childhood despite their obvious hatred of one another. No matter how hard they tried to rebuild their home life, it just kept crumbling down. The arguing worsened, physical altercations took place and it was more than Vera’s mother could ever handle. She did not think twice in packing her bags and taking a twelve year old Vera away with her, but each attempt was made in vain. They never got far from the man that made their lives difficult.
Vera was always a playful and bubbly girl – but the sharp scoldings and the abuse she saw between her parents made her not want to talk at all. She was fearful for her mother, fearful for herself. But most of all, she was fearful that her father had gone completely insane. Luckily, her abilities surfaced when she was nineteen years old. She was peacefully sleeping in her room when she suddenly and spontaneously latched onto her father’s thinking process, his thoughts and various mental voices washed over her, causing her to scream out in fear. At first she didn’t know what to make of this knowledge, but her suspicions were correct; her father was ill and it was slowly eating him away. He was losing himself faster than he was losing his family. No amount of pleading made him seek medical attention. He was as stubborn as a mule.
Vera was just getting in touch with her powers when it was all cut short. Another fight broke out between her parents, a serious one this time around. Her father was enraged with the offer of help and with that thought in mind, he lunged at his wife, knocking her out in the process. He was blinded by an uncontrollable rage, mind hazed with nothing but neurotic suspicion. Vera felt his emotions through his thoughts, she heard his internal monologue, the venom dripping from his once kind voice. Jumping in to protect her mother, she was knocked down to the floor with his larger pinning her down. No amount of kicking and thrashing was able to loosen the man’s iron grip on her dainty little throat. Everything was moving quick. Her strained screaming, the lack of air. Her mother’s lack of thoughts, her father’s overwhelming thoughts. It was happening too fast.
She was dying! She was dying! Hel..!
Suddenly, the man began to mutter. He began to groan in pain a second after. His grip around his daughter’s throat loosened and tightened more, but by the time he let go, the unhinged thoughts had already clawed its way out of his head. Anger, confusion, so many thoughts and emotions flooded his brain as he let go of his daughter’s limp body and pleaded for it to stop. Unfortunately, it was already too late to stop it. Vera’s wind pipe had been crushed in two and she passed not moments after he released her. The last thing she left him was an complete overdrive of his brain. His body was shutting down, the beat of his heart was racing. His nose, eyes and ears began to bleed and then all of a sudden; he dropped like a fly. Dead like his daughter.
The paramedics attempted to bring the teenage girl back once they arrived, but failed after ten minutes of trying to restart her heart. Her mother was hysterical once she awoke. Pleading and forcing them to keep on trying. It was no use. The woman couldn’t accept her daughter was dead, she couldn’t accept that she had lost them both at once. One of the older paramedics couldn’t help but feel bad about it. His name was Wesley Moore, and he too had a power. Once his partner was in the ambulance, readying the body bag, he pleaded for the older woman to keep quiet and then ran his dark hands over Vera’s corpse. It was as if all the color rushed back to her body, starting from the tips of her fingers to the soft skin on her lips. The deep bruising on her neck didn’t disappear, but it was visible to them both that her breathing had come back.
Vera’s mother didn’t ask questions. Wesley Moore did not provide any. All he knew was that he had saved a girl too young from death and a grieving mother from harming herself. Wasting no time, the man took both women to the hospital where they would later on recover from the tragic incident. Wesley disappeared after that, but not after leaving them a note. Go to New Orleans. He wrote. Go to New Orleans, your daughter will fit in there perfectly. Its safe there, build your new life there. He only suggested this because sensed Vera’s ability, he knew bringing her back was going to be a bumpy road. What better place than his quaint hometown in America? Sprinkled with supernaturals that could help her control her powers? Vera’s mother took his advice and immediately packed their bags. Both women left their troubled past in London and never looked back.
↳ The Present
Upon arriving at New Orleans, the Simmons family found a new home in the quieter areas of town. Vera was very much alive, but she was not the same girl she was before the incident. Her speech was heavily impaired, she was hardly able to form a complete sentence without pausing, stuttering or thinking hard about what she wanted to say. Words were rocket science, forming sentences was the most difficult thing in the world for her. This was when she began to use her ability to reflect her thoughts into the minds of others. It was invasive, frightening, but relieving to the otherwise mute girl. Her mother was not at all shocked, and welcomed this “new” ability with open arms. Vera continued where she left off in London and received a degree in chemistry not long after. She then landed a job as an intern at the local laboratories. Two difficult years have passed since her resurrection, and there has been a new wave of folk come into town. Strange folk from a brave old world, a fascinating world at that. The mute blonde is not well educated in the war between the two races but she is quickly catching on.
↳ Personality
Vera Simmons is a restless and fragile young soul. She is a person who is highly determined with everything that she does, but is easily discouraged when it comes to her disability. Though not many people have come to understand her properly, she is doing her best to understand others without the use of her powers. Blessed with a loving heart and a curious mind, it seems that everything interests her greatly— especially the supernatural world and the people that inhabit it. Even though Vera is generally quiet (for obvious reasons), she is very animated with her expressions and is quite humorous in her own unique way. She is selfless, but she knows when enough is enough. She is obsessive and anxious with her work, but is very calm and relaxed with others. Vera is a wave of thoughts and emotions, so very volatile and so intricately beautiful that it becomes a mystery as to what she is thinking. This girl would give it all up if it meant keeping those she loved safe. She is someone who cares too much in a world that cares too little.
↳ Current Connections
Wesley Moore ✗ Close Friend: He is the person who brought Vera back from the dead. She feels a strong familial connection to him. He has visited her from time to time. Checks up on her and Vera couldn’t be more thankful for what he did for her.
Jack Chambers ✗ Friend: He is the one who is trying to help Vera regain her speech. It is highly frustrating for the blonde and she often finds herself giving up, but the determination and patience he has for her is what reminds her to stay grounded.
“ With a savage grin, he let out an inhuman roar of bloodlust and threw himself into an unholy orgy of blood, ruthlessness, claws, and death. ”
↳ The Past
Since the moment werewolves were birthed into existence, the warriors that hunted them did too. When the supernatural creatures first came to light thousands of years ago, men who were intimidated by these superhumans and refused to let the title of the apex predator go to an abomination had decided to dedicate their lives to ridding the world of these creatures. There were hunter clans littered all across the world where werewolves roamed, picking off packs one by one. One clan in particular had a certain type of werewolf in mind for slaughtering; the most ancient bloodlines lycanthropy. The Caine Clan sought out these ancient wolves and killed them for their blood, the magical properties held within it strong enough to make the clan more powerful with every kill. The Norse clan found one of the strongest, most ancient bloodlines in the south of France; the Loupe pack. Powerful in both ability and numbers, the Loupe pack were the most unstoppable and well-respected pack at the time, one of the first werewolves, Lucien Loupe, grandfathering the pack of ancient wolves. Predator versus predator was nearing a one thousand year battle that the wolves kept on winning, until Sampson came along.
From the moment he was born, he was the clan’s messiah. Being born and bred to hunt, Sampson was a warrior since before he could talk, the bloodlusting need to eradicate the Loupe clan in his marrow. When he was thirteen, his older brother was ripped to pieces by a few pack members who caught him snooping around camp. This broke something in Sampson, and soon after his brothers death, the need to kill every last one of the Loupes was his life. By his eighteenth birthday he had already killed two members of the pack, a feat that no Caine had ever done before at such an early age. He wanted more power. He was obsessed with it. So one fateful evening as the clan was tailing the pack along the French coast, Sampson came across a hooded man who offered him a way to become indestructible in his pursuit; become immortal, become a demon. The obsession to eradicate the pack had taken over and without hesitation, he took the deal and did what he had to do in order to become a proper match for the wolves.
Immortal, obsessive, and insane, Sampson spent centuries slaughtering the Loupe pack one by one, his demon powers aiding him in his killing spree. Soon the grand pack numbers were dwindling, until they were soon to become extinct.
↳ The Present
Four centuries later and Sampson and the small handful of Caines left after so long have nearly killed the entire Loupe pack. Christof and Sasha Loupe seemed to be the only two left with the ancient blood, and after Christof was finally executed, he was only one away from completing his lifelong goal – or so he thought. Rumours swirled about there being another somewhere, a child of Christof’s, The myth was proven when, as Sampson was tailing Sasha, he found her stalking someone herself. A man the spitting image of Christof, with the scent of ancient blood, the build of a Loupe. When Sasha left, Sampson didn’t with her. He sent the rest of the hunters to pursue her and found himself stalking a new target; Caleb Foster, or to Sampson, Caleb Loupe. And when the residents of Cambridge were motioned to move down south, Sampson did too.
↳ Personality
A deadly mix, Sampson is. Not only is he evil, ruthless, and quite insane, but he is smart about it too. He enjoys what he does and looks for the fun in doing so. He has a thing for theatrics and finds pleasure in making every kill a dramatic act. Any humanity left in him has been gone for decades and the demon prefers that. He is cunning in every kill and enjoys to manipulate people with multiple tactics.
↳ Current Connections
Caleb Foster/Sasha Loupe - The two remaining wolves from the ancient pack are at the height of his obsession. He is sure the magical properties in their blood is at its strongest for being so rare which only makes him want to see them dead more. In fact, he hopes to make them suffer before he makes his final kills.
